a study toward sonnet #463 by FisherKingKQJ
She thought our love somewhat cadaver,
That she'd progressed and yet it wasn't true,
Minutiae she hadn't bothered to haver
Were just what she wanted to pursue.
To me, love was a charade, so up the flue-
Accept the sentiment she now sounded?
She thought she was ready to love anew,
Love me more than life itself, she rounded.
I took in her legs, my heart still pounded
For shapely, taut, skin, gristle and muscle,
My mindset in solid friendships grounded,
I feared her false fingernails and hustle.
An albino lioness detoothed and declawed,
She knocked me flat with flattery she roared.
(Chorus)
She knocked me flat with flattery she roared.
She knocked me flat with flattery she bellowed.
She knocked me flat with flattery she yelled.
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